Manisfestation of indigestion I don't understand your never ending questions You can't get under me-no matter how hard you try In your mind all I do is lie The translation of your communication Leads me to believe that you don't love me And that's ok - I've got better things to do Than sit around and wait on you You can't look me in the eye and tell me why So I'll try, but this time will be my last Digesting our past - if this doesn't last things will end with a blast And if that's not enough.....then good-bye!
